Goodbye orange hair, and good riddance.

Photo from 2004. Ikea potholder hat. I have no idea what prompted me to take this photo. Proof that I’ve always been an idiot. I miss that cardigan. It came from Sainsbury’s.

Here’s a photo of me my dad has framed. I wish I had the fabric the dress was made of now, it has deer in the arches along the bottom. My nan made it, but my mum must’ve chosen the fabric and brown-orange velvet trim (matches my hair!), as my nan can’t be trusted with colour matching. Somehow in the transfer to the computer, my hands have ended up looking like they’re covered in blood. That makes me like the picture even more.

C’est moi. The girl with the most banana fritters.

Goodbye cold, weirdly shaped room. I did like you though, giant lampshade.

Here’s me and Tukru at the Alt Press Fair yesterday. Co-ordinating clothes and expressions accidental.

Last night I went to White Night, an all night arts festival in Brighton. This is why I like living in Brighton.

Sorry boys, it’s just me and Mr Schiele these days. He appreciates the ladies. Mostly when they’re nude and scowling.

The best one from the photo strip.

I’m in Vienna now for work. My hotel is across the road from all the museums, and in the square there’s a b&w photobooth that costs €2 (Sophie & Tukru- the exact same as we used at Cargo). I’m planning to use it every day in a variety of silly poses. Here I’m being cultural and perusing some leaflets. Basquiat & Haring exhibitions, and details of how to buy tickets for all the museums.